Scott Stabile

The more accepting I've become about all the pieces of myself__ven the crazed, hysterical ones__he more relaxed I've become with who I am.And then one day you figure out how to be more peaceful with all of your hysteria, and suddenly you__e not as hysterical so often.

Don__ count on cheerleaders once you start living a life more reflective of your truth. They may not want to do somersaults and backflips for your awakening, not when they__e still asleep. Don__ let that stop you. Most of us have only been trained to cheer for conformity, to commend those who are just like us. But aren__ you bored of being congratulated for fitting in? Aren__ you tired of ignoring your heart__ requests?Don__ wait for cheerleaders. Be grateful if they show up, but you show up regardless, with or without them.You will never be defined by the reception you get from others, only by the truth with which you receive yourself. Be your biggest cheerleader. Love yourself. And applaud every single step you take toward truth.

Your past and your pain will certainly impact you,but they don__ have to define you. You get to write your own definition.

Happiness is not a choice, or we__ all be happy. Let__ stop putting unnecessary pressure on ourselves to be happy all the time, and to pretend we can choose to be happy whenever we want. That__ not how life works. Sure, we can make choices that reflect a commitment to our well-being, and the more of these choices we make, the more likely we are to find ourselves feeling good more often. Healthy choices are within our power, and are important. But we can__ choose happiness, and we just set ourselves up for failure by believing we can. Life is more than happiness, anyway. It__ okay to feel all the things we feel. It__ human. There__ no shame in wanting to be happy, of course. We all want to be happy. But rather than try to choose happiness, maybe we can choose to being kinder and more loving. That we can do. We can work hard to take better care of ourselves, and better care of each other. If we do these things, and we remember that we are all connected, all brothers and sisters, all worthy of love, maybe then happiness will choose us a little more often.

Kindness danced through the streets,leaving warmer hearts and smiles everywhere it dared to show itself.

You are positively beautiful and I love you. Pass it on_

It only hurts us to love when we do so with expectation. And that__ not really love, anyway. Love has no expectations, no qualifiers, no conditions. Love is pure, untouched by our mind__ demands, untainted by our desperation and fear. Love can only be beautiful. It can only be divine. No, love doesn__ hurt, not when it__ real. Love empowers. It strengthens. It reminds us who we really are and why we__e really here. Love, more than anything else in this entire world, heals us.

When you give to others, you give to yourself.

There's just no time for hatred. It's lazy and destructive. We can all do better. Our world needs us to.I love you.

If you can__ see some part of yourself in every single person you encounter, then you__e not looking closely enough, at the person or at yourself.

Being right is massively overrated, especially when it comes at the expense of being compassionate and kind.

I can think of no greater way to live my life than with as much love as I can give, as often as I can give it.

And then it hit me__ don__ have to participate in these toxic conversations. But if I choose to, I can set a different example. I can bring love to the moment,regardless of the response. I can choose to be kind, no matter what.My power lives in my love.

The more attention you put into being more loving, the more loving (and loved) you'll become.

when you hate others, you hate yourself.when you hate yourself, you hate others.when you love others, you love yourself.when you love yourself, you love others.there is no separation.

Approaching this day with optimism and fire, with patience and determination, with compassion and love.

Maybe you're holding on too tight, and the magic comes in letting go.

Please don't tell me not to be sad. I know you don't like to see me hurting, but my sadness is mine to feel, not yours to heal. Let me be sad. It will pass in its own time. It always does.